Ethan Drake thought he’d left danger behind when he fled to Cattle Valley, but when he starts to hear strange noises late at night, his worst fears come back to haunt him.

Despite Ethan’s numerous calls to the local sheriff’s department, Deputies Brian Allenbrand and Pete Nash are unable to find any indication of foul play. Casual lovers since arriving in Cattle Valley, Brian and Pete draw Ethan into an erotic world he never imagined existed.

Caught up in their games, the threesome lose focus on the dangers lurking in the shadows. When the past rears its ugly head the two deputies team up to make sure Ethan is protected at all costs, even if the price is their hearts and their jobs.

Excerpt

Deputy Pete Nash was just getting off shift when his cell phone rang. He pulled the seldom-used phone out of his pocket and glanced at the display. “Well I’ll be a sonofabitch,” he mumbled, shaking his head.

Phone to his ear, Pete answered with a smile. People often told him his smile could melt the hearts of even the coldest bastard, evidently they’d been right. “Allenbrand, it’s about time you called.”

“Save the I-told-you-sos, asshole.”

Pete’s smile grew even wider. “You’re in a good mood.”

Brian grunted. “You want me to meet you for that beer or not?”

Pete pumped his arm against his side in silent celebration. “Yes. O’Brien’s or my place?”

“O’Brien’s. I don’t have time to argue about fucking tonight,” Brian said with a note of finality.

Rolling his eyes, Pete nodded. He wouldn’t bring up the number of times the two of them had done just that over the previous ten months. Still, if Brian wanted to play hard to get, Pete was up for the game. “Fine. O’Brien’s in an hour.”

“I have to pick up Benny from practice in twenty, so I may be a little late. Gotta feed the boy which is no easy task.”

“You know if you didn’t feed him so well, he wouldn’t keep growing, right? What is he, about six-three?”

Brian let out a snort. “No, that was last month. This month he’s six-five.”

“Damn. I’d hate to see your grocery bill.”

“Shut up, you’re depressing me,” Brian said. “I’ll see you when I see you.”

“I’ll be there.” Pete hung up the phone and shoved it back into his pocket. He glanced in the rear-view mirror and considered swinging by his apartment to shave. He smiled at his reflexion. Naw. His face looked damned good with a five o’clock shadow. Maybe he’d get lucky and Brian would be so mesmerised, he’d be unable to resist a quick fuck. Yeah, better shower and get cleaned up.

Pete had no illusions of ever being anything but a booty call to Brian, but he’d put up with Brian’s bullshit this long, he might as well get a few more good fucks in before Brian found what he was really looking for.

By the time Pete parked in front of his ground floor apartment, he was hard. He looked down at the erection pressing against the fly of his jeans and shook his head. “You’ve got a one-track mind.”

He unlocked the door and went straight to the bedroom. It had been a relatively quiet shift so he hung his tan uniform shirt up instead of tossing it in the dry cleaner bag. He went to his dresser and grabbed a black T-shirt. Like all of his T-shirts, this one had a sexually suggestive phrase written on it. A large hardware screw with the words, “Wanna Screw?” written under it. Although some people might find his choice in clothes offensive, at least Pete left no doubts as to what was on his mind.

After stripping, Pete jumped in the shower for a quick wash-up. Despite Brian’s earlier protests, Pete was still hoping to get some action. In no mood to risk the chance of getting laid by arguing over who would top, he cleaned and prepared himself to bottom. It wasn’t something he did often, but hell, he was getting desperate. Anything that got the six-foot three-inch African American in his bed was worth it.

Instead of wondering what it would be like to fuck Brian, blue eyes and blond hair came to mind. He turned off the water and grabbed a towel. Yeah, the sweet little barback at O’Brien’s was just what his dick needed, but Ethan had turned down practically every unattached man in town. Pete had no desire to be another in a long line of rejected fools.

After throwing his towel over the shower rod, he strolled back into the bedroom and started dressing. His cock was still rock hard after the finger job he’d given himself in the shower, but he wasn’t even tempted to jack-off. He carefully worked the zipper on his jeans up over the erection straining against his underwear and tucked in his shirt. A quick check in the mirror and he was smiling once again.

“Damn, I look good.” He reached down and cupped the front of his jeans. No way would Brian, or anyone else for that matter, be able to overlook something so obvious. Excellent.